“I was with Caleb.”“All night?”I no

“I was with Caleb.”
“All night?”
I nod.
He arches an eyebrow. “And how was he?”
I bury my head in my hands. “I think I need a girl friend.”
“Honey, any self-respecting girl would ask the same question.” He taps on the back of my hand. “Hey, are you all right? This is your emotionally attuned, super-sensitive gay friend speaking.”
I catch his fingers with mine, laughing. “I have no idea if I’m all right. How do I look?”
“Like you had a fantastic time.” He gives me a sad smile. “Happier than I’ve seen you look in over a year.”
“I hope it lasts.”
“Are you afraid it won’t?”
“I don’t know, Jude. Caleb’s got a past. He looked like he’d been in a fight yesterday. He was too upset to tell me what was going on.”
Jude frowns. “And, wait. You slept with him?”
“Er.” His expression is the reality check I needed, I guess. But— “I’m having trouble regretting it,” I blurt. I want to do it again. And again and again.
“I can tell. And I understand, Romy. Maybe you needed it.”
“Maybe he needed it, too,” I murmur.
He rolls his eyes. “I don’t really care what he needed.”
“I’m going to the open painting time tonight. We’re going to talk afterward.”
Jude examines his nails. “I think I need some easel time. Especially since I missed class last night.”
We go to an art supply store and get silly in the aisles, and he lets me choose a few brushes for him. It’s empty, mindless, fun time, the best anxiety reliever in the world.  By the time Jude pulls up to the co-op, I’m ready. Ready to have a few hours of painting, ready to talk to Caleb afterward, ready to hear whatever he has to say and be whatever he needs, ready to move forward. Hopefully … with him.
We’re joking about how Jude’s going to paint Eric a picture of a large, ripe banana to hang in his office when Jude halts abruptly on the sidewalk. “Catherine?” he says, pulling his arm from my shoulders.
I raise my head and see her coming up the street, dark circles under her eyes, her hair greasy and tangled. Jude approaches her quickly, tension in every stride. “Are you all right?” he asks.
Her face crumples as I hover a few steps behind him. I don’t know if she’ll recognize me, but either way, I don’t want to interfere.
“He locked me out,” she squeaks, covering her face with her hands. Her fingernails are caked with dirt. Or blood. I glance down at her sleeve and see the red smears. Jude sees them, too, and he looks over his shoulder at me, utterly freaked out. I nod at him, silently willing him to focus on her immediate needs.
“He locked you out?” Jude says softly. “When?”
“Yesterday.” Her shoulders shake.
“Where have you been?” he asks. She starts to cry, and Jude hesitantly touches her arm. “You’re bleeding, Catherine. Can I look?”
She nods, and he peels back her sleeve and goes pale. “I want to die,” she whispers.
“I’m going to make sure you’re safe,” says Jude, obviously trying to sound authoritative. “Can you tell me why you’re here?” He looks up the block, like he’s wondering if she lives in the immediate area.
“Katie?”
I turn to see Daniel jogging toward us, his eyes focused on Catherine. Jude looks over at him, obviously confused. “Katie, thank God,” Daniel says.
Jude and I lock eyes. “Katie?” he asks.
Daniel stutters to a stop, his eyes on the girl’s bloody sleeve. “Hang on,” he tells Catherine. “I’ll go get Caleb.”
“What?” says Jude.
“He’s her brother,” Daniel calls over his shoulder as he disappears into the co-op.
I stare after him as my hopeful reality morphs into a nightmare.

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“I was with Caleb.”“All night?”I nod.He arches an eyebrow. “And how was he?”I bury my head in my hands. “I think I need a girl friend.”“Honey, any self-respecting girl would ask the same question.” He taps on the back of my hand. “Hey, are you all right? This is your emotionally attuned, super-sensitive gay friend speaking.”I catch his fingers with mine, laughing. “I have no idea if I’m all right. How do I look?”“Like you had a fantastic time.” He gives me a sad smile. “Happier than I’ve seen you look in over a year.”“I hope it lasts.”“Are you afraid it won’t?”“I don’t know, Jude. Caleb’s got a past. He looked like he’d been in a fight yesterday. He was too upset to tell me what was going on.”Jude frowns. “And, wait. You slept with him?”“Er.” His expression is the reality check I needed, I guess. But— “I’m having trouble regretting it,” I blurt. I want to do it again. And again and again.“I can tell. And I understand, Romy. Maybe you needed it.”“Maybe he needed it, too,” I murmur.He rolls his eyes. “I don’t really care what he needed.”“I’m going to the open painting time tonight. We’re going to talk afterward.”Jude examines his nails. “I think I need some easel time. Especially since I missed class last night.”Kami pergi untuk pasokan seni yang menyimpan dan mendapatkan konyol di lorong, dan ia membuat saya dapat memilih beberapa sikat baginya. Ini adalah waktu kosong, mindless, menyenangkan, pereda kegelisahan terbaik di dunia. Pada saat Yudas menarik hingga co-op, saya sudah siap. Siap untuk memiliki beberapa jam lukisan, siap untuk berbicara kepada Kaleb sesudahnya, siap untuk mendengar apa pun yang ia harus mengatakan dan menjadi apa pun yang dia butuhkan, siap untuk bergerak maju. Mudah-mudahan... dengannya.Kami sedang bercanda tentang bagaimana Yudas akan melukis Eric gambar besar, masak pisang untuk menggantung di kantornya ketika Jude perhentian tiba-tiba di trotoar. "Catherine?" Dia mengatakan, menarik tangannya dari bahu saya.Aku mengangkat kepala saya dan melihat dia datang lingkaran street, gelap di bawah mata, rambut berminyak dan kusut. Yudas mendekatinya dengan cepat, ketegangan di setiap langkahnya. "Apakah Anda saja?" Dia bertanya.Wajahnya crumples seperti aku melayang-layang beberapa langkah di belakang-nya. Aku tidak tahu apakah dia akan mengenali saya, tapi bagaimanapun, aku tidak ingin mengganggu."Dia terkunci saya keluar," dia berderit, menutup wajahnya dengan tangannya. Kuku berlapis dengan kotoran. Atau darah. Aku melirik ke bawah lengan nya dan melihat smear merah. Yudas melihat mereka, terlalu, dan dia tampak atas bahu-nya pada saya, benar-benar ketakutan. Aku mengangguk padanya, diam-diam bersedia untuk fokus pada kebutuhan segera."Dia terkunci Anda?" Yudas berkata lembut. "Ketika?""Kemarin." Kocok bahunya."Mana Anda telah?" Dia bertanya. Dia mulai menangis, dan Yudas ragu-ragu menyentuh lengannya. "Anda sedang perdarahan, Catherine. Saya bisa melihat?"Dia mengangguk, dan dia kembali kulit lengan nya dan pergi pucat. "Saya ingin mati," ia berbisik."Aku akan untuk memastikan kau aman," kata Yudas, jelas berusaha untuk terdengar otoritatif. "Dapatkah Anda memberitahu saya mengapa Anda di sini?" Dia tampak di atas blok, seperti ia bertanya-tanya jika dia tinggal di daerah."Katie?"Aku berbalik untuk melihat Daniel joging kepada kita, matanya terfokus pada Catherine. Yudas menghadap kepadanya, jelas bingung. "Katie, terima kasih Tuhan," kata Daniel.Yudas dan mengunci mata. "Katie?" Dia bertanya.Daniel gagap untuk berhenti, matanya di lengan berdarah gadis itu. "Bertahan," Dia mengatakan Catherine. "Aku akan pergi mendapatkan Kaleb.""Apa?" kata Yudas."Ia adalah kakaknya," Daniel panggilan atas bahu-Nya sebagai ia menghilang ke co-op.Aku menatap setelah dia sebagai morphs berharap realitas saya menjadi mimpi buruk.